Even as I caught peace's drumbeat amid the crowd?
Surely, your smile flashed in our diamonds.
I screamed along with you
And I didn't sound that bad.
I tousled your hair
But never caught your hand.
My heart and blood whisper wisely,
I shall never catch your hand.
Perhaps the rain cooled something.
My fever has changed in nature;
However, the pierce of infection remains.
Sweat from us all becomes steam -
Such a jealous transformation,
Such jostling ambiguity.
On the edge, you are beautiful and
I adore you,
Careful to cast credit heavenward
Where credit is due.
I never looked for...
The key to Lovely.
I bear it rightfully
Because, then,
God saved me.
I did as your brother said and
Took a listen.
Look, neither of us are fair;
Our shoulders match,
Bejeweled in the summer weather.
Smiles, unrelentless.
Oh, you inspire me.
I think
I am not meant to mirror you, though.
Perhaps
Something akin
To parallel.
Between us lies an oxymoron,
Forcing a canyon across which
My ambitions cannot reach.
Gracing smile.
I am perfectly happy
To be named your friend.
Lions, we are.
These things linger.
In the quiet, my voice fails
And I can never hold onto you long enough.
Your presence both enchants
And, like your brother,
Curses.
That label of you,
Your so-called "worth,"
Misses the mark.
What about my arrows, kindred?
Your brother hid his eyes from me.
Orange now illuminates my hair
My hair like a mane,
Not as much like the Woman's
...or maybe it is.
To pour myself into another's mould;
Folly, when my skin
Grows so comfortably
About my bones.
The depths of your heart slip
Through the cracks in my phone
And through your outward show.
You will know my heart if
You know my tears.
The man among wolves.
Surely you would weep at his feet also,
If you have not already?
I see him in you;
You helped me hear,
Help me breathe him in.
Thank you.
